Ji Yingying curiously looked at Asheng but then shoved him away, "Why are you calling my grandpa smelly? You're the stinky one, your whole family is stinky!"
Caught off guard, Little Asheng was pushed to the ground.
A bit slow to react.
By the time he did react, his little face was beet red, a mix of shame and annoyance, and he burst into tears with a loud "waah".
Song family: ...
Old Mrs. Song pulled up her little grandson, scolding with a laugh, "You little rascal, you got pushed over by a little girl and still have the face to cry?"
Little Asheng: I wasn't prepared.
Today, Old Mr. Ji was dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit, standing with a very straight posture, looking every inch a person of status.
Not to mention, a middle-aged man with an air of importance was following behind him, carrying things.
The middle-aged man looked quite imposing, but he seemed like the elder's little follower.
Song Yunuan hurriedly made introductions.
